The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... gentle lady Anne , - keen encounter of our wits , ewhat into a flower method : - ufer of the timeless deaths tagenets , Henry , and Edward , as the executioner ? u waft the cause , and most accurs'd effect . beauty was the cause of that ...
... gentle lady Anne , - keen encounter of our wits , ewhat into a flower method : - ufer of the timeless deaths tagenets , Henry , and Edward , as the executioner ? u waft the cause , and most accurs'd effect . beauty was the cause of that ...
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... not believe but they ascend the sky , wake God's gentle - fleeping peace . am , beware of yonder dog ; he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , cooth will rankle to the death : Have Have not to do with him , beware of him.
... not believe but they ascend the sky , wake God's gentle - fleeping peace . am , beware of yonder dog ; he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , cooth will rankle to the death : Have Have not to do with him , beware of him.
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... gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess.— Live each of you the subjects to his hate ...
... gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess.— Live each of you the subjects to his hate ...
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... gentle keeper , ftay by me ; My foul is heavy , and I fain would fleep . Brak . I will , my lord ; God give your grace good rest ! — [ CLARENCE repofes himself on a chair . Sorrow breaks feafons , and repofing hours , Makes the night ...
... gentle keeper , ftay by me ; My foul is heavy , and I fain would fleep . Brak . I will , my lord ; God give your grace good rest ! — [ CLARENCE repofes himself on a chair . Sorrow breaks feafons , and repofing hours , Makes the night ...
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... in this royal prefence Who knows not , that the gentle duke You do him injury , to fcorn his corfe . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead 2. Eliz . All - feeing heaven , what a v D 4 vorfe than wretched Clarence did , urrent from fufpicion !
... in this royal prefence Who knows not , that the gentle duke You do him injury , to fcorn his corfe . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead 2. Eliz . All - feeing heaven , what a v D 4 vorfe than wretched Clarence did , urrent from fufpicion !
Términos y frases comunes
againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt flain Flav fleep fome fool forrow foul fpirit friends fuch Gent Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam maſter Moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince promiſe queen Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe yourſelf
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Página 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Página 65 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 12 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 67 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Página 27 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 64 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Página 26 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Página 64 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.